Opus Kink - 'Children'
Nightmare fuel: Opus Kink get twisted in their new release ‘Children’.
It’s another lurch forward by the Brighton-based band, and this time round they’ve ditched the Tarantella in favour of broken beats, seductively haunting brass and pulsing, disconcerting synths.
As we heard on their on last release ‘Dust’, there appears to be no regurgitating of Opus Kink’s groove-based approach for their incoming EP ‘My Eyes, Brother!’. They seem willing to expand to any territory that takes their fancy. You can still hear remnants of those Latin influences, but the storm that brews around it has a different face; more sinister and psychotic, the onslaught is jarring, overwhelming, but undeniably rapturous.
“Down in the stairwell, the key to my heart/We raised a child, we tore it apart/I let it show me the terror of love/All of my failures, they fit like a glove”
Angus Rogers could probably write a song on any subject and make it sound horrific. This one could be about a failed marriage, a neglected child or a torturer and his subject… It’s not about any of those things. According to Rogers it’s “a song about how very hard it is being an artist who makes little funny things then dashes them into the void”. What better way to articulate that than with a cacophony of chaos, spilling out into a claustrophobic expanse. “
I can't forgive myself, for what I'm about to do. I'm born again each night, just to see it through”. Anyone who has been to an Opus Kink gig will know what this means, their shows feel like an extravaganza of debauchery, intense and undulating for which they must pay a price in their bodies and minds. The whole band charge through the set as if it’s their last. Sweat-drenched, sauntering and laced with humour and gravity. If you haven’t seen them live, you simply must.
Words by Harry Jones
